Neville

Magnificently Different

Magnificently Different

 

Standing there before the tallest

of mirrors like that,

Casually cupping her swollen belly

and proud ..

Those firm, yet gentle strokes of

hers ..  

Served as some protective shield

Perhaps ..

Much the way he sometimes held

his bowl backed mandolin ..

He then smiled and mouthed her

name ..

And dreamed of loving her again

But next time magnificently different ..

Comments10

  • dusk arising

    Memories, full of the pregnancy of 'if onlys'

    • Neville



      Were would we be without either of em eh' mate .. Cheers n all good things DA ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Saxon Crow

      Another brilliantly layered poem Nev.

      • Neville



        you can beat a drum and an egg maybe .. (oops sorry) but ya just can't beat a bit of layering can ya
        cheers chuck ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Fay Slimm.

        The scene shows results of first-time involvement with mirrored clarity yet only dreams now remain in memory's coffers. Sweet intrigue as always but still very telling...............x

        • Neville



          as always, you seem able to see write through this old scribe dear lady .. many thank q's my friend ..
          ๐Ÿ™‚ x

        • Doggerel Dave

          Frustrating, Neville......my pedestrian mind wants to know what happened next.... That because the initial piece was very vivid and engaged my curiosity...never having been in that position myself.

          • Neville



            Nothing happened next .. sorry, I ran out of ink .. but thanks anyway ๐Ÿ™‚

          • L. B. Mek

            'and ain't that: the Dream
            we're all striving to achieve...
            if only, we could fast-track
            our evolutionary self-growth, in time
            for us to possess something, better
            to offer: when that 'next time'
            comes around, in that blink
            of an enticingly mesmeric, wink...'
            (another subtly woven write
            tugging at those tether's, we buried deep
            just so that we can survive
            each elongated sigh of regretted, breath)
            Brilliant, such an immersive read!
            and as always, I thank you
            for continuously inspiring
            my little scribbled replies, dear poet

            • Neville



              I dont know what I would do without those little scribbled replies of yours my friend .. please do keep em coming .. ๐Ÿ™‚

            • Jerry Reynolds

              Delightfully Wicked, Neville.

              • Neville



                Thanking you kindly JR .. very much and always appreciated my friend ๐Ÿ™‚

              • SureshG

                the trouble of being a late arrival is that all ones thoughts have already been expressed and thus shy away from repeating, so -
                โ€˜magnificently poemedโ€™ is all thatโ€™s left.

                • Neville



                  that'll do nicely my friend .. thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

                • Goldfinch60

                  Such a very long time ago but I remember them so well.

                  Andy

                  • Neville



                    Good on ya Goldie ........................... and bless you for swooping low and taking a gander ๐Ÿ™‚

                  • MendedFences27

                    Stopped and fell into this trove of memories, though without the mandolin. I must say I loved the metaphor, though. And as always a dream come true. - Phil A.

                    • Neville



                      am glad you got it Phil and much appreciate your comment ... thank you sir and truly ๐Ÿ™‚

                    • myself and me

                      Wow, you must have a magnificent pen.

                      • Neville



                        I have an old blue Parker, two matching green Waterman's and an assortment of biro's and bits .. Bless ya BIG TIME M & M ๐Ÿ™‚



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